112 062. Angel of Death -2 Part Two
Haima swallowed back his dry saliva after hearing that declaration.
He had experienced many predicaments on his way to reach this point in his life. But even then, he had not come across a calamity this dangerous before.
However… what if he could somehow defeat the archangel before their eyes? He’d be forever recorded in the annals of Aslan’s history as a great hero. His descendants would be praised as the children of a hero as well.
Haima turned his head and stared at the archangel up on the altar, and then he shifted his gaze at the army of Necromancers in a cordon around the tall platform.
This combat force was put together to deal with a monster like Oscal Baldur. Meaning, there was a possibility that they could also stop the archangel today.
Haima, who went through a brief moment of internal conflict, eventually opened his mouth. “For the sake of Aslan.”
-For the sake of our glorious Aslan!
One Lich and one human took a deep breath.
An undead army numbering in the thousands, which was originally meant to fight against the ‘sword king’ Oscal Baldur, now stood before the holy undeads in a tight cordon.
On one side, an army of undead permeating with divinity, while on the other, an army of undead permeating with demonic energy.
The two opposing camps were now fully prepared.
The previously-wide interior of the temple was filled up to the brim with these two armies of undead.
Nasus too summoned up all of its demonic energy.
-I shall mobilise all of my demonic energy to seal the archangel in this place.
They were unable to kill him. In that case, they should seal him in here for the time being.
As long as a single survivor could make it out of here alive, that individual would be able to report back to Aslan’s leadership. Once that happens, the kingdom would immediately start preparing the means to kill the archangel.
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This is what Haima and Nasus firmly believed in their hearts.
He lightly flicked his finger. When he did, the holy undead all moved simultaneously as if they shared the same emotions and senses with their master.
The ones at the front raised towering shields to create walls, and those behind them pointed their sharp spears.
Right behind their ranks, the banshees began pulling at the bowstrings permeating with divinity from their assigned spots.
Arrows filled with divine energy were fired. They easily pierced through the undead army, while the wall of shields prevented the tottering undead from intruding any further.
“Back line, provide support fire, now!”
The Necromancers at the back of the army gathered their demonic energy in the next moment. Magic spells of fire and ice were brought to life mid-air.
The baptism of magic attacks flew into the opposing camp of the holy undead. However, skeleton mages wielding divinity also used magic of their own to block and deflect the Necromancers’ attacks.
2
Explosions rang out loudly in the air and the shockwaves continuously rang out.
Fin.
He had experienced many predicaments on his way to reach this point in his life. But even then, he had not come across a calamity this dangerous before.
However… what if he could somehow defeat the archangel before their eyes? He’d be forever recorded in the annals of Aslan’s history as a great hero. His descendants would be praised as the children of a hero as well.
Haima turned his head and stared at the archangel up on the altar, and then he shifted his gaze at the army of Necromancers in a cordon around the tall platform.
This combat force was put together to deal with a monster like Oscal Baldur. Meaning, there was a possibility that they could also stop the archangel today.
Haima, who went through a brief moment of internal conflict, eventually opened his mouth. “For the sake of Aslan.”
-For the sake of our glorious Aslan!
One Lich and one human took a deep breath.
An undead army numbering in the thousands, which was originally meant to fight against the ‘sword king’ Oscal Baldur, now stood before the holy undeads in a tight cordon.
On one side, an army of undead permeating with divinity, while on the other, an army of undead permeating with demonic energy.
The two opposing camps were now fully prepared.
The previously-wide interior of the temple was filled up to the brim with these two armies of undead.
Nasus too summoned up all of its demonic energy.
-I shall mobilise all of my demonic energy to seal the archangel in this place.
They were unable to kill him. In that case, they should seal him in here for the time being.
As long as a single survivor could make it out of here alive, that individual would be able to report back to Aslan’s leadership. Once that happens, the kingdom would immediately start preparing the means to kill the archangel.
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This is what Haima and Nasus firmly believed in their hearts.
He lightly flicked his finger. When he did, the holy undead all moved simultaneously as if they shared the same emotions and senses with their master.
The ones at the front raised towering shields to create walls, and those behind them pointed their sharp spears.
Right behind their ranks, the banshees began pulling at the bowstrings permeating with divinity from their assigned spots.
Arrows filled with divine energy were fired. They easily pierced through the undead army, while the wall of shields prevented the tottering undead from intruding any further.
“Back line, provide support fire, now!”
The Necromancers at the back of the army gathered their demonic energy in the next moment. Magic spells of fire and ice were brought to life mid-air.
The baptism of magic attacks flew into the opposing camp of the holy undead. However, skeleton mages wielding divinity also used magic of their own to block and deflect the Necromancers’ attacks.
2
Explosions rang out loudly in the air and the shockwaves continuously rang out.
Fin.